Because of patient/client privilege, he could not show me thetranscripts of your conversations, but he has told me that without adoubt you do suffer f...om gender identity disorder. He said he has posedthe question to you many times over, and in different ways, and theresponse was always the same, that you wished you were a girl. With overa year of transcripts, he felt he had more than enough evidence to signoff on your diagnosis. And as he suspected, in his opinion it wasirreversible, and you. .and how it may have played out if it had been handled slightly differently. Comments are always appreciated!When we were dating, my then fiancee Sara and I decided to go to Galveston, Texas for a late-season vacation. We figured it would still be warm, but since the local school had gone back into session, we would have the beaches for ourselves, except for the weekends.Sara is a gorgeous woman, but back in her late 20's she was quite the knockout. Tall at 5'8", she carries 140 pounds nicely. But for me, well I wanted her now, I had no doubt that there was zero chance of it happening but if you didn't try you didn't get. So as part of my cunning plan I got myself on school detention on the day that she was rostered to take it.As 4:00 o'clock finally clicked by, the small group of kids was allowed out of the room and all but one left very quickly, I of course stayed behind.Miss Devonshire looked up as I stood on the other side of the teachers desk "I wondered what you were doing here. Reaching into his ever present bag he withdrew a box of the General’s favorite cigars.He didn’t have long to wait before the General looked up. Seeing the box in the Lieutenant’s hands, the General’s mood quickly improve.“I can always count on you Lieutenant. Too bad I can’t adopt you as my son, a hell of a lot more loyal than that piece of shit son I do have.” The General groused.The young man knew better than to answer, stepping up he handed the box to the General. Then he drifted back into.